Hello everybody!
It's the narrator of the apocalypse!
The lone voice of extinction!
Herald of the end!
Ever-present conciousness of armageddon!
Right, I'm getting carried away.
Excuse me.
Let's move on shall we? Okay, here I go with my auto-apology for numerous reasons...
I am sorry.
There we go. All friends again. Ah, it's the sweet life.
There are good reasons as to why I didn't turn up at Badminton today, mainly the frankly unfair workload, but also... Well...
Let's just say that I was right all along, and that I've kinda given up. I know it's unhealthy, but I don't want to play anymore.
Everything has new found perspective, and I'm not up to it.
My partial infection can never be cured, just contained. By sugar.
Our fate has been sealed by my foolishness and circumstance.
Unless I change, I am futureless and unwanted.
Say, that's a little depressing! It's not that bad! I mean, heck, what did you expect? Life and soul of the outbreak? It's just...
Every time, I die.
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